Now we find ourselves at the same holiday party; she’s with her new boyfriend – an all-around decent guy. And then we’re alone in the back hallways of a very large house. “We can’t be serious,” she said, and we aren’t, laughing as we press against each other in a room filled with antiques.
We married for all the wrong reasons, although sex wasn’t necessarily a bad reason. But even that had a shelf life, and we didn’t sleep in the same bed in the end. The desire was still there, but the inevitability of divorce weighed heavily on everything.
Now we find ourselves at the same holiday party; she’s with her new boyfriend – an all-around decent guy. And then we’re alone in the back hallways of a very large house. “We can’t be serious,” she said, and we aren’t, laughing as we press against each other in a room filled with antiques.
Sue Clayton
25/12/2020 03:46:13 am
There eternal flame burns with a next-extinguished passion.
Swapan k Banerjee
25/12/2020 08:39:08 am
Your stories always pack quite a punch.
Bruce Gunther
25/12/2020 08:09:21 pm
Thank you, Swapan...
Sue Clayton
27/12/2020 01:31:26 am
Looks like the spell-checker took over. Comment should read: Their eternal flame burns with a never extinguished passion.
Bruce Gunther
28/12/2020 10:04:06 pm
Spell-check has its good and evil sides, Sue. But I understood what you meant the first time, lol.
Jim Woessner
31/12/2020 10:07:12 pm
I like it when I can't quite get it, when I'm not sure what's happening. I don't know if they were making out or just flirting with the idea. Was their pressing against each other sexual or just in passing? It's intriguing to speculate. And I find it fascinating where my mind goes with the indecision or lack of certainty. Thanks for a great story. Comments are closed.
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